A/N: Welcome to a "new" Pocahontas fic. I always intended to write more about Pocahontas, John Smith, Priya and Tej. So here it is! This is a sequel to my other Pocahontas story, 'Lost Love'. I hope you will enjoy it. We'll pick it up from the final words of 'Love Love'.

Priya

VIRGINIA, THE YEAR 1612

"So we are to part again," she said.

John nodded.

"So it seems."

They looked at each other in a few moments of silence and then she fell into his arms. He embraced her with all his might and kissed her forehead; she lifted her head and returned his kiss. Then she looked down and a tear fell on the sand. He lifted her chin.

"If I never knew you, if I never felt this love. Then I would have no inkling of how precious life can be. And if I never held you I would never have a clue how at last I'd find in you the missing part of me. I can see the truth so clear in your eyes, so dry your eyes."

She smiled at him.

"If I never knew you I'd be safe but half as real. Never knowing I could feel a love so strong and true."

He took her hands.

"There's no moment I regret since the moment that we met. If our time has gone too fast I've lived at last. And I'm so grateful to you. I'd have lived my whole life through lost forever, if I never knew you."

They squeezed each other's hands.

"Sir, it is time."

John nodded.

"I will never forget you," John said.

They let go. Pocahontas stood there nailed to the ground as she watched him get into a row boat. She said nothing as he waved at her, unable to press sound past her lips. She watched silently as she watched him being brought towards the ship. She felt an urge boiling inside her. She felt it burn and it was crawling up towards her mouth.

"John!" she yelled and ran into the water.

"John! She is yours!"

"What?" John yelled back as he leaned forward towards her. They were already far from the shore.

"Priya! She is yours, John."

John sank back into his seat. Pocahontas stopped running further into the water. She watched him as he stared at her blankly. She kept watching the boats until they reached the ship. They did not return and Pocahontas did not expect them to. She turned around and walked back to the shore. Then she started running. She climbed the familiar cliff. She watched as the ship set sail. Then she raised her arm and made the wingapo gesture.

Farewell.

ENGLAND, THE YEAR 1629

A loud bang woke John Smith. He blinked and took a moment to recall where he was. He found himself in bed, of course. Dazed he looked up to discover that the sun had not even risen yet. He was just about to lean back comfortably when another bang sounded. And another. Someone was clearly banging at the door. John moaned as he rose. He reached for his pocket watch and saw that it was nearly 2:00 A.M. Such madness! He put on a shirt and the trousers he had worn yesterday and walked to the front door of his little wooden cottage. He always liked how his footsteps made the wood crack. It was a warm, comforting sound. Even though he was not a coward man, he was cautious as he neared the door. He opened it just enough for him to look outside. Two cloaked figures stood before him, lit only by weak moonlight. They looked much like monks with their large hoods covering their entire faces. John Smith raised his eyebrows.

"Yes?"

The slimmer one of the two stepped forward and looked up at him. John narrowed his eyes. The face was young and tanned. The few strands of hair were dark and thick. And the eyes… Those eyes… The person threw off the hood. John gasped. A young woman stood before him. Recognition struck him. Memories flashed through his mind. He felt his stomach turn. This woman, this girl… She…

Her hazel eyes pierced his icy blues.

"I've come here on behalf of my mother."

Pocahontas…